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Jul 2016
Old
Old ways, schmold ways....

You forget yourself, darling.

I know not of your ways, do you remember those five days? And then silence?

I don't know well enough to know old  as I should when it applies to you.
xmxrgxncy
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xmxrgxncy  21/F/the forest
(21/F/the forest)   
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   Lvice and Keith Wilson
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